Bloody hell I cannot cope anymore!
Boxes everywhere but somehow so much still to pack.
So much crap to take to the tip. Where the fuck did it all come from?!
Nearly 1 year old keeps picking the packing tape off the boxes. There's dust everywhere. And somehow still so much to pack.
We move on Saturday.
I spent 4 days painting and glossing an entire 2 bed place on my own. I never want to see a paint brush or skirting board ever again.
Carpets went in yesterday, i sat in a cold kitchen floor for for about 5 hours waiting for him to arrive and to finish (after I was kicked out of the office I was doing overtime at while he was fitting most of the carpet because they closed). He then tells me the doors need shaving even though I asked them when they measured if the doors would be OK and was up sold based on the idea they would. He also then dropped the bomb that they don't take away the waste... Another tip run.
My poor parents are coming back off holiday to be presented with "here's a car full of shit and a dead tumble dryer for the tip, please help us" (they're happy to, I just feel guilty!)
Where can I take DS today to get him out of the house, that doesn't cost a bomb, so that we don't have to sit and stare at everything we have left to do today?
I know I should feel greatful, and I really am, it's just bloody difficult with a child who's frustrated that he can't yet walk and has so much energy he's practically bouncing off the walls.
Well done for getting this far into my first world problems melt down! Any suggestions welcome.